sweet child

sexuality experienced, age early of eight
sweet child molested, could this have been fate?
knowing reality, an age as early as this
before knowing even, what surmised as a kiss

sweet child’s been tortured, inflicted abuse
though physical it’s not, psychological in use
a hungering addiction, and a wanting to feel
to be controlled by desires, with no hope to heal

images zoom by, restricted delight
ears strain for noises, can you hear them tonight?
and as the screen flickers, and as family sleep
sweet child releases, pent-up fluids and heat

sweet child ashamed, once love and now hate
make the images stop, till later they wait
with remorseful tears, there is no denial
you know you enjoyed it, now put on a smile

hidden since youth, concealed and now carried,
coming to surface, please baggage be buried
you are not welcome, though coy as you are
sweet child be brave, you’ve stayed hidden thus far

surrounded by people, sweet child don’t fear
quick put on a mask, are they getting to near?
breathe deep and relax, no unfamiliar game
play as you want, it’s always the same

my how you’ve grown, now becoming a man
sweet child be warned, don’t give him a hand
you must stay silent, your word against his
details will stay hidden, that’s just as it is

a companion is found, she thinks her love’s deep
but sweet child’s afraid, can this be to steep
a promise is made, an unbreakable bond
but fear is to rampant, two words and she’s gone

it’s not in the past, it happens right now
sweet child can’t stop, hell’s cheering and how!
it’s hold is to strong, forever paying the cost
 what happened that summer, when all innocence was lost

-dgermain-
september five two thousand